i still have no idea what this novel is about…but here’s an exert from today’s writing (warning it has nothing to do with today’s election): Alec’s green eyes met Roxie’s nearly black ones. The look on his face was one of longing and tenderness. Roxie realized this was not a game for him. He was…
Tag: Post-a-Day
and so it begins…nanowrimo day 1
may the words that i write b befitting in your sight. may they heal and be a balm to many or to some. Amen.
wtf disney is making a ‘star wars’ movie
a girl never forgets her first battleship. mine was sleek and long with blasters blaring surrounded by stars. it literally took my breath away. i don’t want disney bastardizing a franchise that opened the gateway to my love of all things science plus fiction. my skin crawls at the very idea of singing frogs &…
hindsight happiness
she was sitting starring at the photograph still framed above the fireplace when he found her. she had the settled look of someone who had been resting for a long time. her body print a nearly permanent indentation on the cushions surrounding her. he did not want to disturb her. although her quietude seemed to…
creation (for penny)
she moves with the fluidity and power of the four winds her name was god.
nanowrimo…what am i thinking
me, in all my intellectual badass-ness, has signed on for the nanowrimo challenge 2012. what. the. hell. yep, i figure with nearly 5 months of blogging under my belt a 50,000 word novel would be a cake walk and apparently a good time to boot. i have no idea what i am doing. none what…
midnight train rides, honey wine, africans and my bastard nose
the last time i drank an entire bottle of honey wine was on the train between verona and florence. i was headed back to the villa from visiting my uncle and his family. after a weekend away i wasn’t quite sure what felt more like home, my uncle’s off base apartment or the villa with…
the fastest way to helpers’ fatigue is to pull 7 all nighters
the lamb was dry. frankly after an 11 hour day of trying to carrel people, a dry lamb chop was enough to bring her tears. she was very conscious about being so emotional. and she was emotional every moment of every day. her emotionalism ranged from hysterical crying fits to momentary screaming matches with things…
when given the choice between a half drank bottle of dry white and a half eaten bar of dark chocolate…i say why choose
there are about half a dozen reasons why i do not have a belly button piercing. the first of which is because they are gross. i just can’t imagine the sex appeal of a 70 year old with a belly button piercing. gravity is a bitch and eventually all things up will go down (and…
it was all christopher cain’s faulth
it was all christopher cain’s fault. i’ve never been one for adventure or courage or going against anything that wasn’t what i was told. i like order. i like predictability but then christopher cain came into my life and…well, all h. e. double hockey sticks broke loose. i knew he’d be trouble for me the…
fearfree living 